Chapter 169

The night attack was silent for a day, and at night, with Wang Madman as the vanguard, and then Zheng Boss was pushed back, all the movable minions on the mountain could go down the mountain, each with a blade.

The madman lurked in front of the camp of King Yong's army and was preparing to make a move. But when I saw this small village, the lights were bright in an instant.

There was movement on the mountain, and one person shouted, "It's just in time." Shoot. ”

The hay balls rolled together were thrown out of the camp, not all of them were extremely dry, but they were all soaked in fire oil, and when they rolled to the ground, the open flames hidden in them ignited instantly.

Bursts of screams erupted from the darkness.

The fireball burns people, just a surprise. The main purpose of these fireballs is to illuminate.

Countless fireballs rolled on the ground, like bonfires, dispelling the darkness. Expose the figure in the darkness.

King Yong's own soldiers prepared for a day during the day, and they had already stationed this camp. Built into a strong fortress.

Of course, this level of solidity is still easy for the Ming army to break. But for these bandits, it is an impregnable fortress.

The camp of King Yong's soldiers was originally in a mountain basin. Flowing water flows into here from all directions. The camp chosen by Zhu Houhuang is facing a small river that is more than a foot wide.

The camp is an ancient Chinese method of scorching two rows of wood, one long and one short, and planted in the soil. There are some open spaces in the middle of the camp, there are several tents, Zhu Houhuang and his entourage use two, and the rest are all grain and grass.

In fact, if he used time, Zhu Houhuang still wanted to dig a trench outside.

A night raid is actually an operation that requires a lot of military literacy, and it is not something that can be succeeded by anyone who is reckless and loses a night raid. And Boss Zheng's night attack this time was a complete failure.

As a veteran night does not collect. Wu Ming may be lacking in commanding operations, but he does not discount his business at all.

A camp. Wu Ming immediately sent someone to monitor the mountain.

When the king madman was the first to come out. Wu Ming knew it immediately.

In the next battle, their every move was under Zhu Houhuang's nose, can they get it?

The sudden fireball attack made the attacking bandits stunned. For a moment, the heart beat a drum. I haven't waited for me to come back to my senses. The sound of crackling muskets rang out.

Zhu Houhuang ordered the musketeers to shoot at the enemy's dense areas. In this way, the screams are twice as loud as before.

The madman Wang's heart was cold, and his heart seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, frozen solidly. It's not good to know that big things are good.

The madman knew that he couldn't retreat now, and as soon as he retreated from his minions, all the minions were scattered. If the officers and soldiers take advantage of the situation to chase after them again, maybe the cottage will be lost to the officers and soldiers.

"Brothers, kill me." The king roared. The whole person seemed to be crazy and rushed forward. He shrunk as fast as a leopard, and in the darkness, several ups and downs, so that the musketeers could not aim at him,

"Good skills." Li Liangqin said.

Zhu Houhuang had already gotten up and stood on the wooden wall to watch the battle. Li Liangqin was behind Zhu Houhuang to protect Zhu Houhuang. Looking at the hand of the Dao King Maniac, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"It's a pity. This kind of skill is of little use in the battle array. Zhu Houhuang said with a cold face.

Before Zhu Houhuang's words fell, something was immediately fulfilled on the battlefield. The wooden wall more than one zhang high could not stop the madman Wang at all, so he saw biting the back of the knife, grabbing the gap in the middle of the wood with both hands, and jumping his body, a distance more than one zhang high, jumped under his feet.

Just as he was about to leap to the wall, several spears stabbed at the king like poisonous snakes. The soldiers stationed on the wooden walls were prepared.

The madman Wang's body was in the air, and he had no way to borrow his strength, so he had to spit out in the air, one hand was free, he held the handle of the knife, and slashed it down with a clang.

The knife collided with the spear. With the help of his strength, the madman turned over and fell downward.

The madman had just landed, and before he could gain a firm foothold, a burst of guns crackled and shot down. The madman Wang didn't even have time to hide, he was hit by a burst of random shots, and he couldn't see clearly for a while, and the madman Wang was shot several times. I saw him bleeding all over, his body shook, and he fell to the ground.

Li Liangqin sighed slightly, and there was a feeling of sadness for the death of a rabbit and a fox. The madman really responded to Zhu Houhuang's words.

Before the death of the madman. The people below still have a trace of mental strength, and after the death of the madman Wang, they have no courage to fight. It was originally a rabble. Count on them to fight to the end. It's a little too vain.

Several rows of guns were fired, and the bandits no longer had the courage to hold on. Don't know where to start? Turn around and run. The striker crashes into Zheng Da's back team. Boss Zheng also went down to maintain order and killed several people in a row. But the Yongjun camp was violently attacked, and the Yongjun chased out. Several rows of guns were fired. The order, which had been reluctantly maintained by Boss Zheng, collapsed again.

The morale of Boss Zheng's headquarters was rushed by the soldiers who had collapsed. It is like a mountain, and it falls from the top of the mountain into the valley in an instant.

I don't know who shouted: "The madman is dead." The king madman is dead. The screams were terrible. Boss Zheng's back team couldn't hold it anymore.

Boss Zheng held a blood-stained long knife in the midst of the retreating crowd. He has accumulated so much power that even among the defeated army, no one dares to move a single hair.

"Big brother, let's go." Boss Zheng has a few hearts and abdomen. Grab Boss Zheng and pull back.

Boss Zheng was a little disheartened for a while, and sighed: "Let's go." He decided at once that he would never drag his feet in the mud. Immediately jump over the crowd and run to the front.

"Kill," the formation of the Yong soldiers behind him was a little scattered. But they are still organized in Shiwu. From time to time, the musketeers let out rows of guns. Knock the lagging bandits to the ground.

The chase is getting tighter and tighter, and the undulations of the terrain are getting bigger and bigger.

At the end, Zhu Houhuang frowned. The heart is becoming more and more unstable. He secretly said in his heart: "The terrain is becoming more and more dangerous. Such terrain, if you kill a back carbine. Our army will definitely suffer heavy losses. “

Although there are few soldiers of King Yong in front of him, he is the descendant of Zhu Houhuang's lineage, and it is simply Zhu Houhuang's eyes. Bear the responsibility of the future Whampoa Military Academy. In Zhu Houhuang's heart, it is extremely heavy. He would never allow any risk.

"Order to retreat." Zhu Houhuang ordered.

"Yes." A shrill whistle sounded.

The military post can also be regarded as the characteristic of Zhu Houhuang's Yongjun. Because musket shooting was introduced into the military, other applications were slowly developed. In place of the golden drum, it undertakes some simple military order transmission. For example, now.

Wu Ming, who was in the lead, heard the whistle, and looked at the embarrassed opponent helplessly, spit out, and gritted the back tooth socket,

Suppressing the reluctance in his heart, he said, "Withdraw."

The military order was like a mountain, and it had to be retreated. Even if it is full of reluctance. Also had to retreat.

Wu Ming retreated to Zhu Houhuang's side and said, "Your Highness, victory is imminent, why do you want to collect troops in battle." ”

Zhu Houhuang understood Wu Ming's thoughts, disagreed, and said: "In today's battle, these people have lost their hearts. In the future, you only need to follow the step-by-step process, and the natural victory is in hand, and the night march is too dangerous, in case there is a mistake, the enemy has an ambush. Isn't it beautiful? ”

Wu Ming was not convinced, as a senior who did not accept the night, he believed in his intuition very much, and he was almost certain that there was absolutely no ambush in front of him.

But now the time has passed. The Yongjun army has distanced itself from these bandits. If they catch up again, they will have the opportunity to trim up, but it is really possible to regroup.

Now in this situation, arguing with Zhu Houhuang again has become meaningless, Wu Ming said weakly: "Your Highness is wise. ”

"Hahaha, these officers and soldiers, so indebted, it's like God helping me." Boss Zheng, who was desperate and overjoyed, stood on top of the cottage tower, laughing.

As the owner of a village, Zheng Boss is most familiar with the situation of the cottage, and now the cottage that has poured out of the nest has reached the most dangerous point, and everyone who goes out is all discouraged. There is no courage to fight again. Now the officers and soldiers only need to chase him, and he is simply powerless to resist. But they just gave up, isn't it providential?

"Kill." I don't know where it came out of nowhere.